The Breeding Cult: Bred by Command (Virgin Impregnation Sex)

Elaina's new apartment is supposed to be a refuge away from the drama of campus – not a gateway to getting taken and bred. While she struggles with a fiery attraction to her landlord, Halford, strange happenings appear.

The empty apartment next to hers is filled with men at night singing in an unknown language. Elaina…
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Overview

BREEDING IS SALVATION...

Elaina's new apartment is supposed to be a refuge away from the drama of campus – not a gateway to getting taken and bred. While she struggles with a fiery attraction to her landlord, Halford, strange happenings appear.

The empty apartment next to hers is filled with men at night singing in an unknown language. Elaina watches and listens, her curiosity ablaze, but she's also being watched. A mysterious breeding cult with zealous intentions sees something special in her curves.

As Elaina falls into their web, all of the deeper mysteries of life and pleasure begin to unfold. But the breeding cult isn't strictly philosophical. She won't truly appreciate their enlightenment until she's had her virgin flesh pierced and filled, while Halford sews powerful seed that will change her life forever.

This story reveals the inner workings of a sex cult, complete with intense virgin sex, domination, and breeding in bondage. An erotic novelette of over 9,000 words.

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EXCERPT

“You look so beautiful, my maiden. Suitable for Apis himself,” Halford said. He unbuckled the silver button holding his robe in place and let it fall to the floor as he climbed next to her on the bed. “Fortunately and unfortunately...his human servant will have to do.”

Shut up and drive it into me! I don't care anymore...I don't care about anything. The course work, the creepy masks, the fact that there's not a condom on your towering, magnificent, glorious...

Her mind shut down as his strong hands cupped her breasts. Halford's mouth closed around her pink nipples, forcing her to arch upward, into his punishing tongue. The wet strokes hurt, but only with the intensity of the pleasure.

She was thrashing madly, calling out like a wildcat in heat. In fact, the weirdly modified apartment resembled a night bathed alley. She could barely make out the eight unknown sets of eyes behind their masks as the disciples watched from their pews.

When Halford moved his face between her legs, they began to chant. It was the type of low, guttural sound heard in Medieval monasteries and modern mountaintops, sung by gurus and priests to the generative lightning of creation.

Their mouths invited the heat in, the flames, up and down and all around her at once. Elaina's throat went dry, raw from screaming.

He hadn't even had his face shoved into her slit for more than a full minute, and she was roaring with lust as her mind splintered. The high priest turned his knowledgeable tongue to her most sensitive parts, making everything that came before feel like clear water to thick, sweet sap.

Halford's rough fingers spread her folds, opening her for him. His wide strokes from fingers and face christened her virgin sex, until her own desperate motions took over.

Elaina's rounded ass bounced. The chains clacked in time to the rising chants as she rode his lips, smearing her honey across his face. Her hips twirled as she sought to keep up with the broad, tireless jabs of his tongue.

Just when the fireball scorching her womb threatened to explode, he stopped. A sickly rich throb of pleasure pulsed within her skull as Halford stood, facing his disciples.

“The maiden is ready. You see her there, before Apis, as fertile as freshly tilled fields beneath the orange sunlight. I can taste it on my tongue – the very essence of destiny.”